We your fans cannot imagine a world unexamined by Cecilio. Happy Birthday and how glad we are that you were born. Here's a poem for that little man.
to a young child
MÁRGARÉT, áre you gríeving Over Goldengrove unleaving? Leáves, líke the things of man, you With your fresh thoughts care for, can you? Áh! ás the heart grows older It will come to such sights colder By and by, nor spare a sigh Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie; And yet you wíll weep and know why. Now no matter, child, the name: Sórrow’s spríngs áre the same. Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed What heart heard of, ghost guessed: It ís the blight man was born for, It is Margaret you mourn for.
6 comments:
Tanti auguri a te!!!
It must've been a glorious day! I hope today is the same!
Happy Birthday!
Geneviève, you are right!
Great picture! Happy birthday :)
Peace,
~Chani
We your fans cannot imagine a world unexamined by Cecilio. Happy Birthday and how glad we are that you were born. Here's a poem for that little man.
to a young child
MÁRGARÉT, áre you gríeving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leáves, líke the things of man, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
Áh! ás the heart grows older
It will come to such sights colder
By and by, nor spare a sigh
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
And yet you wíll weep and know why.
Now no matter, child, the name:
Sórrow’s spríngs áre the same.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What heart heard of, ghost guessed:
It ís the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.
Gerard Manley Hopkins
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